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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Monks,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.