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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.