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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonics to the rock 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.