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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.