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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.