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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.