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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 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?
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.