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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.