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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.