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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.