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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.