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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.