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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.