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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.