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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.