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 Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.