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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.