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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.