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 Ireland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Index to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.