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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.