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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
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.