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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.