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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.