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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.