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 Nauru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.