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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.