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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.