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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.