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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Pylon,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.