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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Q65,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Can,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.