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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Fear,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.