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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 AZ 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
Monolake,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.