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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.