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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.