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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.