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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.