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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.