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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.