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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.