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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Smog,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Can,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.