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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.