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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Can,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.