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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Magazine,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.