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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.