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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.