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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Franke,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.