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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Q65,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.