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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.