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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
JFA,
Pole,
Monolake,
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.