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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Lalann,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.