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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.