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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.