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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.