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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.