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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.