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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.