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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Nico,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.