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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.