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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.