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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 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?
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.