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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.