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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.