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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Kayak,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.