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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.