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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.