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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.