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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.