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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.