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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.