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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.