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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.