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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.