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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.