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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the funk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.