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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.