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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sparks,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
the Association,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.