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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.