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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.