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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.