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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.