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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.