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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Qualms,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.