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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.