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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Ultravox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.