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 Georgia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.