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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Slave,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.