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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.