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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Index,
Q65,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.