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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Residents 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Visage,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Index,
Fear,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.