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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sparks,
Monks,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.