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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.