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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.