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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
UT,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.