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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Index,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.