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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.