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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.