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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.