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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Brick,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.