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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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?
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.