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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.