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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.