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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.