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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.