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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.