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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Visage,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Ludus,
Fear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.