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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.