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 San Marino and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.