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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.