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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.