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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pagans to the techno 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.