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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.