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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.