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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.