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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.