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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.