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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.