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 Swaziland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.