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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
This Heat,
Technova,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.