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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.