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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the techno 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.