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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.