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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.