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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.