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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.