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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Erasure,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
X-101,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.