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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.