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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.