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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.