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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Cure,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.