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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.