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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.