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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.