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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Can,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.