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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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?
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.