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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.