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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.