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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Liliput,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.