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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.