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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Das Ding,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Wire,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.