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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.