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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 KRS-One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Fear,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.