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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Organ,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.