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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.