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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.