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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Fear,
Urselle,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.