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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.