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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.