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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.