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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.