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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.