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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.