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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Gong,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.