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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.