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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.