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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.