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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Organ 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.