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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Portland and Delhi.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.