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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Cameo,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.