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 South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.