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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Mummies,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Can,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.