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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.