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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
John Holt,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.