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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
UT,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
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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.