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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.