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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Slave,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.