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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.