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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.