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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang of Four to the grime 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.