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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.