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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.