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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.