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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.