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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.