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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.