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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.