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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.