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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.