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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.