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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.