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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.