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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.