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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.