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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Neu!,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.