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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
Ludus,
Scientists,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.