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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.