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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.