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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
MC5,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.