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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.