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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.