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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.