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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.