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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.