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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Wake,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
AZ,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.