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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.