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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Skarface to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.