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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Star Department to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.