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 Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Nas,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.