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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.