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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.