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 Spain and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.