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 Gabon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.