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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Visage,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.