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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.