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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
UT,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.