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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.