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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.