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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cameo,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
MDC,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.