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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rekid to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.