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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
10cc,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
X-102,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.