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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
X-102,
Organ,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.