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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Franke,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.