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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.