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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.