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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the punk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.