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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.