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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.