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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.