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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.