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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.