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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.