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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cramps to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.