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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Motions 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.