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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.