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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The New Christs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
New Order,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.