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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.