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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.