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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.