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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Index,
The Move,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.