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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.