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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.