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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.