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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia 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 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Q65,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
DNA,
AZ,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.