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 Mali and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Jandek,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.