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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.