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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.