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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Nas,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.