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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.