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 Norway and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.