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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.