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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.