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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.