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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.