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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.