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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.