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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.