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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.