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 Nicaragua and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.