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 Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
DNA,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.