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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
New Order,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.