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 Yemen and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.