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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.