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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Enemy to the techno 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.