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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.