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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.