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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.