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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiohead 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
The Associates,
The Move,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.