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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.