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 Australia and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.