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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.