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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.