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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.