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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.