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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
DNA,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Can,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.