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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.