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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.