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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.