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 Bolivia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.