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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.