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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.