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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.