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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.