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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.