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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.