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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 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?
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Crime,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
10cc,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.