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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Smog,
Ituana,
Fear,
UT,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.