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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.