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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Technova,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.