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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camouflage to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.