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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.