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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.