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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.