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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.