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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Can,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.