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 Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.