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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Nico,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.