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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
UT,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.