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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.