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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.