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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
JFA,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.