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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.