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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.