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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Television,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.