Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grauzone to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.