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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.