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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.