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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.