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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Ituana,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.