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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.