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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.