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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.