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 Peru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.