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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.