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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.