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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
PIL,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.