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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Q65,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.