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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.