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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.