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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 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?
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
The Wake,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.