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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the grime 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.