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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fall,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.