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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 Smoke,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.