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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.