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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Smiths 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Fear,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.