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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Skriet,
This Heat,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.