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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.