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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.