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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.