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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.