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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.