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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.