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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.