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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
The Techniques,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.