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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.