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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.