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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Excepter,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.