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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
PIL,
the Germs,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Magma,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.