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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.