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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.