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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.