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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.