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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.