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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.