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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.