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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.