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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.