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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.