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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
JFA,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.