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 United States and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oblivians to the dance 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chrome,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.