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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.