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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.