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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.