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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.