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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.