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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.