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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.