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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.