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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Main Source,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.