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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Franke,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.