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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.