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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Can,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.