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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.