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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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?
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.