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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.