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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the grunge 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.