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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.