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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.