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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.