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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Deepchord,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.