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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Oneida,
Index,
Sparks,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.