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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.