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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.