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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.