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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.