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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 an organ and a theremin 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 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?
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.