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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.