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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.