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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Symarip,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.