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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Visage,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.