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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a marimba 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.