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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.