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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.