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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.