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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.