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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.