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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
UT,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.