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 Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.