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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Scion,
K-Klass,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.