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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.