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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.