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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.