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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.