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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.