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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.