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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.