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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.