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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.