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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.