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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.