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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.