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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Arab on Radar to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.