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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Technova,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.