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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.