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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.