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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.