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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.