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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Organ,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.