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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Can,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.