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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Wasted Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.