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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.