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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Index to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.