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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.