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 France and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.