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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.