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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.