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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
MC5,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.