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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Skarface,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.