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 Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
The Index,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.