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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.