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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.