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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.