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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.