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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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?
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Inner City,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.