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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.