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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.