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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.