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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.