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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.