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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.