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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.