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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.