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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.