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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.