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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.