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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.