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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.