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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crooked Eye to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.