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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.