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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Organ,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.