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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.