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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Talk Talk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.