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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.