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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.