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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.