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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.