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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Busters,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
MC5,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.