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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.