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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.