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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.