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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.