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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
10cc,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.