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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.