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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Index,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.