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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.