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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.