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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.