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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.