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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.