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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.