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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.