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 Niger 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.