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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Gong,
Model 500,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.