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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ 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 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.