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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.