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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.