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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.