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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.