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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Machine to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.