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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.