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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.