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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Rakim,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.