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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.