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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Tim Buckley,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.