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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.