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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
PIL,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
June Days,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.