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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Pylon,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.