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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
the Association,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Index,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.