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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
UT,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.