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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Cure,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.