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 Madagascar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.