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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
MDC,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.