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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Can,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.