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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.