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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.