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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Mars,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.