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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.