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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.