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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Swans,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.