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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Organ,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
DNA,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.