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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Brick,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.