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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.