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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.