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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.