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 East Timor and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.