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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Ossler,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.