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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.