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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Urselle,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.