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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.