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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Japan,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.