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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.