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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.