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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.