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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.