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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.