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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.