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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Swans,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.