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 Hungary and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.