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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Technova,
CMW,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.