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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.