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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.