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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.