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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.