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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.