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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
AZ,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.