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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Section 25,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.