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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
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Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.