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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.