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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.