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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
ABC,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.