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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.