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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.