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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Nico,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.