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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.